Accept all that I have to give to you everything that I am.

To you the Healer of healers, I give you everything within me.

Accept it use it, for your Glory Heal me of everything evil.

For you are the Miracle-Maker, the Lover of my Soul too.

I fall upon my Face, asking for your Forgiveness and Love.

So heal me of all of this here wickness deep within me Lord.

Use me to reach out to those whom feel undeemable by you.

So that they shall realize that you are the Saver of the Lost.

That you save those that are Lost and those that are Broken.

I often wish I were a gentler man,
pruning flowers from thorns
in the garden of words;

but what a small nuisance
as clouds eat the days
undulating cathedral
of red and blue sky

I devour my life to the bone,
is enough to not covet
much more than the dawn child of sunset.

We are elaborate animals made of wood
earth, flowing like water into the veins
of the sky.

The sun being a fist of lava, and the night
being an enticing molar—we are
a succession of tides, being swallowed
by successions of day; and how beautifully
we wilt in the presence of joy.

The moon may be nothing
but a luminous
stone

and to eat the poetry of it
is how one chokes
on love

but the romance of morning
is that if by midnight
you are alive, that is joy.